On paper, it seems like a dynamic place, kind of like Middle-East meets the Balkans with a Latin twist. There are ruins of communism still standing tall despite the progress of the EU. It seems like a grand place to visit instead of Brasov Romania. I bought a one-way ticket to Romania and Bucharest was where I landed. I had a project to work on, and it seemed like a cool city to work.
They have several hubs you can rent and work at. The hostel I stayed at in old town has such a place, so I rented a space for a week to test things out. I was going to stay in Bucharest for a month or two and use it as my headquarters for my Romanian excursions. I spent three weeks in Brasov so I can make a decent comparison between the two.
Just a word of caution. Unlike other blogs who paint everything with rainbow crayons and toss ice cream and puppies all over the place, this blog will not. These are my personal experiences, my thoughts, and opinions. Besides, this is my blog, and I can be as politically incorrect as I want and be as brutally honest as I want.
First, if you want to party, Bucharest is your place hands down. The nightlife there is non-stop. If you like to get shitfaced and puke on the streets this is your place. You could dance to several Justin Beiber songs all night if you wanted to.
But herein lies the problem. Bucharest is just a bunch of Soviet-era buildings outside of old town. When I was in Bucharest, I could barely sleep. The hostel I stayed at was right smack dab of where the action was. You have no choice but to drink yourself to sleep or join the festivities. And yes, I admit. I joined in on the festivities. Going to bars and clubs is a nightly thing. I was escorting a drunk hostel mate back to the hostel, and we were approached by a pimp offering their services and when we refused he offered to sell some blow for 90 euros.
